Vader was flipping through the holo-TV channels, insanely bored. The Emperor had no new missions for him, Leia wasn't in the house, and daytime television sucked. He finally found something that promised to be relatively entertaining, when suddenly, in the middle of the program, when he thought that they were just doing a short commercial break, the commercial turned into something much longer and convoluted.
Vader realized that what he was being plagued with was an infomercial.
"NO!"
He went through the channels again, and the only things he came across were bad soap-operas and infomercials. Thousands and thousands of infomercials. He became more and more pissed, and so marked down every product name and then went and picked up the phone.
He would subject himself to the Phone just to rid the world of infomercial lackeys.
"Hello, Magical Rust and Lime Remover!"
SNAP!
One down. Thousands more to go. It was going to be a good day.
When Leia came back that day, it was to see Vader hang up the phone, his last infomercial kill completed.
"So, dad, what have you been doing all day?"
"Killing people."
"Really? Who?"
"Infomercial lackeys."
Leia stared at him for a long moment, then laughed. "You did the universe a favor. How many?"
"As many as were on holo-television today. I'm going to watch tomorrow and see if I had any effect."
"Can I help tomorrow?"
"Of course."
Leia grinned. It sounded much better than the plans she had tentatively made with the people she considered friends.